Nine Stars Killer

The blood irritation is not only the gladiators of the Dia royal family, but also irritated everyone watching.

Ye Feng watched quietly, every movement couldn't avoid Ye Feng's divine sense. His spirit power had already reached the peak of the early stage of the Immortal Martial Realm, approaching the middle stage.

A few kilometers away, every move was under control, and he was deeply surprised by the powerful body of the gladiator from the Dia royal family.

The fourth gladiator didn't have any expression. When he walked into the field, he chose another way, wrestling, rushed directly, and hugged the gladiator of the royal family of Dia.

Sure enough, the situation has changed. The two of them fell to the ground at the same time, entangled with each other, their fists were like falling rain, hitting each other with a crisp bang.

This situation continued for several breathing times, the scene fell to a standstill, the two gladiators suddenly stopped moving, and no one knew what had happened.

Waiting for a few breaths, one of them stood up, while the other remained motionless, seemingly dead.

"Roar!"

It was the gladiator of the royal family of Dia who stood up. Seeing that his hands were stained with blood, looking towards the ground, the face of the gladiator of the royal family of Persia had already been distorted, and his face was blown with a punch.

The people at the scene were numb, and even forgot to shout, quietly watching this murderous madness.

The fifth person...

The sixth person...

...

Tenth person!

The fifteenth person!

...

One by one died, only the last three of the twenty gladiators were left, and they were also the strongest gladiators.

The arena has long been covered in blood, and the gladiator of the royal family of Dia killed seventeen people in a row. This simply subverted the royal family of Persia and was totally unacceptable. This was a demon, not a human.

Now everyone is beginning to wonder, are the last three gladiators really capable of turning the tide?

The iron fence continued to rise, and the eighteenth gladiator appeared. The oval-shaped arena was full of blood stains. Some were beaten through their stomachs, some were beaten to their heads, and some had their hands and feet broken, lying on the ground wailing.

A purgatory on earth!

Hai'er was expressionless and seemed to be completely numb. Only the prince Dia was drinking tea leisurely, with Erlang's legs upright, very comfortable.

"Uncle Hai, my gladiator is okay, not inferior to the Persian royal family, but the Persian royal family. It is a pity that we can't come up with a gladiator that can compete with our Dia royal family. This is not a level contest at all!"

The prince Dia has a sarcastic tone!

"Humph!"

Hai Wuya snorted coldly, stretched out his hand, and walked out from behind a man wearing a golden armor. It was the general who had just entered the cage and talked to twenty gladiators.

"Is there any way to defeat this gladiator!"

Hai Wuya spoke to the general.

"It's very difficult to return to the emperor. It is estimated that the remaining three people will die for nothing!"

This man in golden armor showed a look of helplessness. In a blink of an eye, the eighteenth gladiator died.

"Do you really want to marry Hai'er to the Dia royal family!" Hai Wuya showed a vicissitudes of smile.

"You give me everything you can, and find me a few gladiators. You must never let the Dia royal family win this duel!"

Hai Wuya showed a vicious look, and transmitted his voice again.

"The emperor, there is not much time left for us now. It is impossible to find a gladiator anymore, and time is too late. There is still one person in the prison. Judging from his appearance, it is estimated that he will die!"

The man in the golden armor didn't know Ye Feng's identity. Ye Feng was imprisoned here, mistakenly thinking that Ye Feng was a gladiator.

"No matter who it is, pull it out for me. As long as I can defeat the Dia royal family, I can agree to any request. Even if I can't overcome it, I will delay time."

Hai Wuya didn't consider other things, as long as there was someone, he had to delay time and find a stronger gladiator.

"Subordinates do it now!"

The man in armor left and returned to the basement after a cup of tea.

The nineteenth gladiator was declared dead, and only one of the 20 gladiators of the Persian royal family was left standing quietly in front of the iron fence. He witnessed all this with his own eyes. A total of nineteen people died in front of him.

"Open the door!"

The armored man went back and forth, opened Ye Feng's prison door directly and walked in.

"I don't care who you are, now you have to fight for me, defeat the opponent, you will be free, and you can even get a lot of rewards, don't fight, just kill!"

After speaking, the armored man drew out his sword and pointed at Ye Feng. If Ye Feng refused, he would probably kill Ye Feng directly.

"Forget the benefits, if I win, as long as I can be free!"

Facing the armored man's long sword, Ye Feng flicked his fingers and said nonchalantly.

"Come out, let me tell you the rules, gladiators are not allowed to use martial arts, and are not allowed to kick the yin..."

The man in armor said some rules again, but in fact it was a form of walking away. He never thought that Ye Feng could win. He just used to make up for it to make time for himself.

The basement was dark and damp. Ye Feng would of course be very happy if he could change the place. As long as he was in the Persian royal family, Heila would have no choice but to do it.

"Go, it will be your turn to play in a while!"

The armored man didn't talk nonsense, and walked towards the entrance with Ye Feng.

As he moved forward, the deafening screams could clearly pass into Ye Feng's ears, and the blood in his body began to boil, especially the five drops of Shura blood, as if he had received a certain summon, and he jumped with excitement.

Ye Feng was taken aback, and Shura's blood seemed to have encountered his companion.

Sending Ye Feng to the iron fence, the armored man left, Ye Feng looked at the fierce battle in the field, and the Shura blood riot in his body became more and more intense.

"It turns out that the body of this gladiator from the Dia royal family has been transformed by Shura's essence and blood, so the flesh is so powerful!"

Ye Feng said secretly.

The armored man returned to the high platform and talked with Hai Wuya gently.

After a fierce fight, the last gladiator of the Persian royal family was seriously injured, and finally hurt the gladiator of the Dia royal family, leaving a long opening in his chest with blood flowing.

"Roar!"

The gladiators of the Dia royal family were completely enraged and killed nineteen people in a row. They were very exhausted of physical strength, panting like cows, and staring at the Persian gladiator not far away.

He wiped the blood flowing out of his chest, licked it on his mouth, and a strong smell of blood came out.

Ye Feng frowned slightly, the gladiator of the Dia royal family was simply not a human being, without feelings, but a killing machine, taking pleasure in killing.

Taking advantage of the time when the opponent was breathing, the last gladiator of the Persian royal family shot, the fist was like a gust of wind, and it hit the head of the royal gladiator of Dia.

fast!

Very fast, if this boxing, the gladiator of the Dia royal family must be smashed to death.

Many people stood up, stretched their necks into the arena, and witnessed the death of a gladiator from the royal family of Dia.

As long as they are from Persia, their hearts are mentioned in their throats. If they win, the princess will naturally not have to marry Dia.

Hai Wuya clenched his fists, watching his fists get closer and closer, wishing he could personally push the flames and blow the Dia Gladiator to the ground.

But the gladiator from the Dia royal family turned a blind eye, watching his fist magnify in his eyes little by little, without any intention of making a move.

one meter!

Three feet!

Two feet!

One foot!

As they got closer, both parties could even hear each other's violent panting, and a strong smell of blood emanated from each other.

Thirty centimeters, twenty centimeters, and ten centimeters, only one punch away from the head of the gladiator from the Dia royal family.

Everyone waited quietly to see how this punch exploded the head of the Royal Dia Gladiator.

"laugh!"

With an imperceptible voice, the gladiator from the Dia royal family raised his right hand, like a hooping spell, and tightly grasped the fist that was only an inch away from his front door.

this moment!

Time seemed to stand still, and no one thought that the Dia Gladiator would fight against nineteen people in a row, and with such strength, he could easily hold the right fist of the Persian Royal Gladiator.

"weak!"

Dia Gladiator made a hoarse voice, did not rush to make a move, his eyes swept around, everyone closed their mouths, and the whole arena instantly calmed down.

"Crack!"

The fist of the Dia gladiator suddenly pressed hard, crushing the fist of the Persian royal gladiator, making a crisp click.

"what!"

The gladiator let out a scream, his bones were crushed alive.

The scene was silent, no one thought it would end like this, and the last person could not beat the opponent.

What is even more unacceptable is that the gladiators of the Dia royal family severely abused the Persian gladiators in front of the people of Persia, which is a national shame.

Soon, countless voices of indignation and condemnation appeared, accusing Dia's royal family of cruelty.

Facing the surrounding condemnation, the prince Dia turned a blind eye and enjoyed it very much. He felt comfortable seeing his gladiator beheaded all the way.

"what!"

With another scream, the royal family of Dia crushed the left hand of the Persian gladiator.

"enough!"

Hai Wuya let out a roar.

The Grand Prince Dia waved his hand, and the Dia Gladiator below saw it, swiping his right fist, hitting the face of the last gladiator, and knocking his entire head away.

Even the screams could not be heard in the future, and the last gladiator knelt in front of the Dia gladiator.

Quiet!

The scene was silent!

"Uncle Hai, do you have any gladiators for the Persian royal family to take out? If you don't, today's duel will even be won by the Dia royal family!"

The prince Dia spoke at this time.

"Don't be proud of it too early, of course our Persian royal family also has powerful gladiators!"

This time Hai Wuya didn't speak, but the golden armored general beside him.

"Oh, then I will wait and see!"

The prince Dia had a humble appearance. He had already found out the details of the Persian royal family. There were only twenty powerful gladiators.

The iron fence slowly rose, and Ye Feng suddenly felt a dazzling direct sunlight hitting his eyes, and he was very uncomfortable.

Anyone who has been locked up in a dark basement for a day and a night, suddenly encounters a strong light will not adapt.

After a short time of adapting, Ye Feng walked out of the passage, looked at the ground meat, shook his head, and just like that, twenty people lay here forever.

"Hahaha!"

Seeing the people on stage, the prince Dia burst out laughing.

"Uncle Hai, you're not just trying to make up your count, find such a man to be a gladiator!"

Ye Feng's figure is not burly, very well-proportioned, without steel-like muscles, but the bulge is definitely not recessed.